Nicknames: Treader (call name), Treads, Tweader, Tweadum, and Booface.
Birthday: July 16th 2005
Likes: Food, attention, stuffed toys, and most of all running loose around the neighborhood.
Pet-Peeves: Not being able to get loose.
Favorite Toy: He used to hate squeaky toys, but has since learned to love them. His favorite toy tends to be anything stuffed. He doesn't destroy his toys like some dogs, but if a toy does get a tear in it he finds it fun to pull the stuffings out.
Favorite Food: The prey model raw diet! It's real dog food, becayse dogs were designed to eat raw meat, bones, and organs. Whatever anyone may say against it, it's worked wonderfully for us. The proof is in the pudding, folks. We have no plans of going back to kibble.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere he can do lots of smelling, marking, and running.
Best Tricks: He knows 23 at this time. His best tricks are spinning and posing. His favorite trick to do is "which one?", where he has to guess which hand his treat is in. He tries to cheat by puting both paws on both hands.
Arrival Story: We were looking for a second dog and wanted a Sheltie, so we checked the animal shelter and paper ads weekly. After a few months the shelter had a Sheltie mix and we ended up going to see him. The next thing we knew we were signing adoption papers.
Bio: Treader's actual birthday is unknown, but we celebrate it on his "Gotcha Day". We do know pretty much for certain that he was born sometime around 2005-ish.
Treader is a very easygoing little guy in general, but he does have a crazy side. He gets along with just about everybody, including, in most cases, other dogs. He learns pretty quickly, too.
More photos of my dogs can be seen in my dA gallery. (Be warned that dA is not a family-friendly site. However, I promise that my gallery is family friendly.) Also, see our website.
Well, the little fuzzball is approximately six years old. He was about two when I got him.
He's changed a bit. He's a bit more laid back, not quite as skinny. I miss the zoomies he used to get. He still gets them, but they're not the same as they used to be. He still loves to run around outside. Little guy really needs a big, open, but enclosed, space to run around in. Too bad we don't have one.
And as far as not being as skinny, I think this is both due to his frame having filled out a bit more and the fact that he gets more table scraps than he used to. Cookie was our main scrap eater, but since she died Treader wanted to take her place. And of course he can't eat nearly as much as she could. I'm having to adjust the size of his meals as we go to avoid more weightgain (and he is on a diet as well), and he only gets a few scraps.
I had actually forgotten it was his birthday until I got the e-mail from Dogster. I had planned to buy him some rabbit from the grocery store as his birthday present. Looks like he'll be getting that a day or two late this year. I'll also get him a frozen feeder mouse in case he doesn't like the rabbit.
I'm reading Sheltie Talk right now, and it has a couple of poems at the very end of the book that I'd like to share.
A Dog Lover's Prayer Lord, you know that there would be times when man would need another kind of friend--one who would not criticize, nor blame, nor make demands, nor question. One who would only listen and love.
And so you gave us the dog. Not just one dog, but a dog to suite every temperament and personality.
Lord, we thank you for man's best friend. Help us to remember that he also belongs to you.
Therefore, while we are to enjoy him, we are not to mistreat him, nor alter his health and ability to function by breeding to suite our foolish whims. We are not to thwart his purpose by keeping him isolated where he cannot learn to function in our world.
Teach us, Lord, not to inflict pain and suffering to gain our selfish ends--sometimes as frivilous as a purple ribbon, and not to breed so many of his kind that homes cannot be found and he is left homeless and starving, or sentenced to death in a shelter.
Help us, Lord, to love our friend, the dog, in such a way that it reflects your love and compassion for mankind, whom you have called your friend.
WHAT AM I TO YOU?
M. Kummer As a pup I dreamed and wondered
What life could hold in store:
For ME, I thought, there's something GREAT
Beyond that kennel door.
Out there are needy people
And I have much to give:
Love, and wit, and gentleess,
To help them learn to live.
I'd be someone's protector,
Keep little ones from harm,
Or guide an old man's weary steps,
Or help to run a farm.
I'd run and bark and jump and play
With friends along a sandy shore.
I'd roll in meadows thick and green
That lie beyond that kennel door.
I lay here waiting--longing,
As the days and years crept by;
My owner kept me fed and brushed,
But inside, let me die.
I do not think of greatness now,
I'm old and filled with pain.
My owner has some ribbons,
But I have lived in vain.
I cannot think what could have been,
My dreams are filled with hope no more,
Just floor and walls and broken heart
For me behind this kennel door.
Angel lived right next door to me, and she ran off one day and didn't come back. They think that someone may have thought that she didn't have a home and kept her.
Angel is still missing. Please send good thoughts her way, pray for her, and if you live near St. Marys, GA, keep an eye out for a small black dog with long fur. (See her pictures for better idea of what to look for.)